Monthly Archives: August 2010

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yea35P8GhU0

So, nine years after singing on the soundtrack for Moulin Rouge, Christina Aguilera is finally in a film about burlesque. Unless there’s a surprise alien attack halfway through the film, the trailer tells us what we need to know – a small town girl goes to the bright lights of LA and, after some minor trials and tribulations, makes it big. Cher plays the mentor roll and, at 64, is better preserved than some screen vampire queens. Maybe that’s the twist – she stays young by bathing in the blood of unsuccessful dancers.

I can dream, right?

Steven Slater. Broadsheet’s new ‘Hero of the Workplace’ (an accolade we literally just made up).

Mad as hell. And not going to take this anymore.

Flipped out, grabbed a beer, left the plane via an emergency slide, headed home from JFK to have sex with his boyfriend.

Flight Attendant Was In Bed With Boyfriend When Found By Cops (NY Daily News)

 

…you also happen to have kindly widdled another Ten billion Euros into Anglo.

 Ten bill.  Sure what does it mean anymore?

 How about something close to its dollar equivalent?

Okay, so $13.1bn isn’t quite $15bn. So imagine the dollar amount, but reduce it by the amount of space taken up by a semi-D in Adamstown.

You’re the little guy next to the car. In case you didn’t know your place.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CT0a-Hgumo&feature=player_embedded

Everyone remembers exactly where they were that day last January when the guy fell on the ice on the RTE News. In front of the TV is where. Jesus.

There are reaction videos. And more than 40 poor quality remixes.

Right now, someone is even attempting to upload it to the Mimetic Smithsonian that is Know Your Meme. He’s a bit light on variations – give him a dig-out if you can.

The identity of ‘the guy’ himself is still a mystery. Which is fine. Because the guy’s suffered enough, frankly.